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All the sex thugs, big breast broads with butt plugs Trippin off drugs, round-the-way chicks fallin in love I go with street cats who got nuttin to live for I don't feel y'all, so weak cats, I'ma reveal y'all Put your grill on the front of Blue Boy and Playgirl Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys with S-curls Catch a pearl necklace, cause I'm liable to tear your face off Your weights in space, bloody your gear, cuttin your waist off Cause in the end you're finished, demented grimace I run with midgets, I control physics and raw lyrics Gary Oldman of rap, ain't no holdin me back What I pack'll leave your skull cracked, broken like skull snaps Locked, stock and two smokin barrels Uncle Howie, 89 point 1, we sun pharoahs I would rap more but I got a toothache Yo, pass it off, who's the next one, motivate the breaks.. From Letras Mania